Well, here it is Sunday evening again and once again I am sitting here wondering just where in the heck today went to. One minute I’m awakening to the smell of coffee brewing (because I set the coffeepot timer the night before) and facing the day with wide-eyed optimism, and the next minute the sun is setting below the rooftops to the west of me and I am running around in a panic going, “No! This can’t be happening! My to-do list is practically untouched!”
But, I shouldn’t be surprised. It is this way every Sunday evening. Whatever government agency is in charge of regulating the speed of time does not like us wasting our time on the weekends being unproductive. They want to get us back to Monday morning as quickly as possible so that we can once again be productive members of society, and not the weekend slackers that we would definitely be all the time if we ever won the lottery.
Be that as it may, I did get a few things done today. Nothing that matters in the grand scheme of things. They were just the sorts of things we fill up our days with; the things we look back on and smile and say, “Well, I got a few things done, at least.” But these things are self-replenishing. We do them … and then an hour or a day or a week later they need to be done again. And, what’s worse, they’re not the sorts of things that anyone notices that we did. They only notice them if we fail to do them. So we do them not because it brings us pleasure to, but because we avoid the unpleasantness that would result if we didn’t do them.
Either way, it Sunday’s over and it’s time to get back to being a productive member of society.